"New Hills Province?" Prince Devon wrinkled his forehead. He breathed in a lot of air and felt the wrinkles on his forehead relaxed.
"Hehe, breathing in too much air might freeze your brain Your Highness," Shiiba teased. She quickly ran around inside the gate and laughed as the prince ran after her.
"There is a nice view of the house we built here. Ah, and the food... don't even ask if it is good. You might soon forget your names once you tasted it." Theoden put his arms on his hips and lifted his chin.
"Father, we should go to the old house first before going to the market," Yrah suggested.
"Yes…yes, I still have to talk to your Grandpa about what happened to your mother."
"Grandpa will understand," tilted her head to his shoulder and hugged his arm.
